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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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The New House

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Edward Thomas
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ow first, as I shut the door, I was aloneIn the new house; and the wind Began to moan. Old at once was the house, And I was old;My ears were teased with the dread Of what was foretold, Nights of storm, days of mist, without end; Sad days when the sunShone in vain: old griefs and griefs Not yet begun. All was foretold me; naught Could I foresee;But I learned how the wind would sound After these things should be.
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